These Moments -- Episode One
His hair was long and ruffly, going past his neck, but was shaved on the sides. he wore his traditionally white and blue hoodie and grey sweats. his most noticeably feature though was his ice blue eyes that always seemed to shined with good will.
Lost Little Kitty Chapter 8
It reminded her of the monks on her home planet who shaved their fur and then covered everything with clothing as some reminder of their shame. the man didn't look shamed. in fact he looked patient.
Journey to another world pt2 ch69
Making it look like he hadn't shaved in a few days. "if this chart is correct. you've been 'out of it' for at least nine days." he said but held up a hand as i was about to shout out my utter disbelief of the info.
Evil Genius Ch.3
He rolled over, brushing more shavings around him and it was then that he remembered where he was. he looked back towards the light but his view was obstructed. there was a giant face peering at him, just in front of the cage.
Seekers: Chapter Seven: Hitch-Hikers
The room was very small, and merely composed of a small bed, a footlocker that looked like it could only hold two pairs of clothes and some necessary traveling equipment, and a small mirror, possibly for shaving.
Lonely Oak Chapter 43
"they're like a pair of shaved fuzzy-slippers." "they need a little breaking-in," he said, lifting one heel to feel how stiff and uncomfortable it was to try and bend it. "i kinda like 'em."
A Long Way From Home - Darkmoor pt 1
"you could always shave it all off! just imagine, you'd be horatio the hairless hound," another voice called from further ahead, prompting a smattering of chuckles, "a real hit with the ladies i'm sure!"
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Twenty One
_ “shave and a haircut,” i whispered as i beat the familiar rhythm into the huge metal container with my hoof. the ambulance roared into the alleyway. “henry!” ethan yelled. i fought down the panic. why wasn’t anything happening?
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Two
The bouncer was six and a half feet tall, and his shaved head was shiny enough to reflect a beam of sunlight into my eye. he smelled like sweat, cigarettes, and underwear that hadn't been changed in at least three days. "here you are, my good sir!"
Flea Bitten. Chapter One.
shaved his fur and pricked his limbs with needles and bled him dry. they stole so much from him. everything. the one thing they couldn't take was his life. he would never give them that pleasure.
Bronze Age Anthro Notes (WIP)
Ultimately the gray wolves are so spread out that any particular custom is likely unlikely across their entire population, perhaps they have ways of shaving down fur or braiding it into patterns but permanent body markings not earned in battle would likely
Renaissance Means Rebirth
Either some kind of costume fur, or she hadn't shaved in years. "... betty?" ellen could vaguely recognize her. it was someone she had gone to high school with. she thought they had a class together, maybe?